If you could have eight pieces with you at all times, what would they be?”Īlienne: “Ah, Captain Jack! You and I are kindred souls, in that I have great fun searching for sunken treasure. “My tastes lean to various treasure. In particular, I’ve got pieces of eight in my pocket. After an experience like that – Jack examines Alienne – any woman is better than no woman at all, even if she doesn’t have breasts. Jack: “I captain the Black Pearl and I was once held in prison and forced to escape in a coffin.” Grimaces, takes another swig then preens. My most recent goal has been to find my Chosen, someone who will become my companion – and my love.

My starship sailed the heavens until I found Earth. I was defeated, but granted a stay of execution and a life in exile. Long ago, I fought as a warlord in a galactic war. “As to your question, my compass has spun in many directions over time. Here’s to a bloody shirt and the Brotherhood o’ the Coast.” Tips the flask to his lips. Bloody hell.” Jack stumbles over to a barrel, reaches in and produces another flask. “Beyond all peradventure, pirates spill blood but we don’t drink it. Besides, the name’s a bit too close for comfort to a certain character who drinks blood – something I would never do, as I have a fondness for fruit, vegetables… and beer.” She winks. What compass headin’ did you use?”Īlienne: “Greetings, Captain Jack Sparrow! Please call me Alienne, for my real name is difficult to pronounce. You’re obviously a cultured wench, new to these waters. “I see the wisdom in Lady Deborah sendin’ you to me. “Here’s to a fellow pickin’ up a livin’ when he’s not pillagin’ his weasely guts out.” He pulls out his rum flask and takes a healthy swig. While her rainbow-hued silken dreadlocks are a pleasant enough sight, somewhat similar to his own, her turquoise eyes and square pupils pin him to the deck. Even stranger, she wears a silver trouser and shirt design unlike any known to wenches in his circle. Aye, the girl IS blue-green with glittering scales.

He wipes his eyes to be sure Tia Dalma hasn’t drugged him and then reopens them. At five foot ten inches tall, her face is devoid of the pox but similar to stunning women of his previous acquaintance. Eyes wide, fingers wigglin’, he spies Alienne, takes a cautious step backwards, then manages a quick glance at his hand to be sure ol’ Davy Jones hasn’t cursed him with the black spot again.īefore him stands a woman unlike any mermaids or wenches he’s ever seen.

Jack saunters across the quarterdeck with his usual swaggerin’, swashbucklin’ genius. In lieu of answerin’ Jack’s questions however, Lady Deborah opted to feature Drajulal-kishah, the heroine of her new sci-fi tale, Alienne Mine, a Prequel to Dragon Dawn, to help raise the signal flag for her latest release! Double ARR!!! ARR! Jack was promised rum if he interviewed FABulous Author Deborah O’Neill Cordes today.

Alienne Mine by Deborah O'Neill Cordes